Syracuse can fucking blow me. By this, I mean both the University and the city itself.
So I have this internship here, and my father is kinda enough to let me take his car. Despite having just had its oil changed, and being checked out by a trustworthy mechanic, it runs out of oil (it’s old, these things happen). And there aren’t any fucking gas stations in this city to get more oil. So the engine’s fucking wrecked, but it still drives short distances.
First off, I don’t think there are two goddamn lights in this place that are synched. You go through one, and the next one–15 feet down–turns red. To whoever designed these things, go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.
And then there’s the goddamn school. You have to pay for ethernet (hell, even my half-assed tech-defficient college gives you free ethernet). But it doesn’t matter, because I can’t get it anyway, since I don’t have a Syracuse ID number–just a temporary ID. Why in flaming asslicking fuck do I need an ID to have my jack turned on? Same thing for dial-up. So I’m forced to use the public computers.
Said public computers–there are 8 of them in the dorm–never fucking work. They freeze all the goddamn time. And the towers are locked away so you can’t restart them. Then, even when you do get one that works (I’m agressive about it), the sonnamabitch reboots on its own. Moreover, it’s set to do this and goddamn annoying times. Why the hell does the computer reboot at 7:30 pm? Why the hell can’t it reboot in the middle of the night?
So Syracuse, you can go blow a Tunisian flying frog. 3 more weeks, and I’m fucking outta here.
